Someplace There is a Home

Someplace there is a home.
A little hut or maybe a shack
Someplace with sun and rain
Someplace that stops time

I feel it
I see it
but i keep looking

I can feel it
It's real
Buried somewhere in the past
It dangles in my future
Tempting me to a place i can't find

No one else is there that I know
But I am not alone
I can hear their voices
And I know they are close
But I am happy

White stucco walls and a black book are all I see
Maybe a bed... or two
Windows but no glass
The flowers are red